It was almost too difficult to walk along the beach this morning, due to the storms washing up thousands (not hundreds) of barrel jellyfish (Rhizostoma pulmo). It was eerie and sad at the same time, seeing the three mile sandy beach turned into a mass grave for these gentle giants.
Like huge, alien mushrooms, each with eight frilly looking arms, they came to rest at the water’s edge. Their bodies, the size of dustpan lids, are 95% water and they survive without a brain, blood or a heart. And yet, even after death and although, mostly harmless to humans, one can still get a slight sting if you brush against their jelly form.
I wonder what will become of them now. Another storm or high tide will wash them back out to sea I guess, from whence they came.